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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.