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 Taiwan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Flesh Eaters to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.