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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.