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 Bahamas 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Marmalade to the electroclash 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.