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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.