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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Seeds to the rap 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
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Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.