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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.