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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Red Krayola to the grime 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.