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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
ABC,
Television,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Crime,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.