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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.