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 Nauru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.