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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.