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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.