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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.