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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.