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 Kiribati and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Delta 5 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
The Slits,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.