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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hardrive to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Skarface,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.