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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Mars,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.