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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.