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 Peru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the rap 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.