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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Brick,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.