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 Romania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.