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 Burkina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 jazz 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
The Move,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.