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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.