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 Ecuador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.