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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.