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 Burundi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.