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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Warsaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.