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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
the Association,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Visage,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.