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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Mars,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.