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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.