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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
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 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.