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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.