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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Motorama 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
John Holt,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.