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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.