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 Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.