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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the rap 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.