Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Audionom to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Visage,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.