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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 H. Thieme to the rock 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Skaos,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.