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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.