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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.