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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.