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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Technova,
Ituana,
the Association,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.