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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.