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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Monks,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Television,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.