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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.