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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Stockholm and Seoul.
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 mellotron 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.