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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Inner City to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.