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 Finland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music 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 crunk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.