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 Malta and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.