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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.