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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Litter to the rap 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.