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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Suicide to the techno 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Dark Day,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.