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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Parry Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.