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 Djibouti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Deakin to the grime 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.