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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.