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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Swans,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.