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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the grime 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.