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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.