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 Tanzania 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.