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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Can,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.