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 Niger and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Hoover to the electroclash 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.