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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Move to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
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Malaria!,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.