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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the rap 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Mars,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.