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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark 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.