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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 The Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Echospace,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.