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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Hardrive to the jazz 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Pole,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.