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 Moldova and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Crime,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.