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 Mali and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
June Days,
Darondo,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.