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 Gambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 The Slackers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül 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?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.