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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Mars,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.