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 Philippines and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.