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 Malawi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Symarip,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.