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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.