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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Main Source,
The Fall,
The Wake,
PIL,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.