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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.