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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Subhumans to the techno 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.