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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Parry Music to the electroclash 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.