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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.