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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 JFA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.