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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Scion,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.