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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the crunk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.