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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
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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.