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 Angola and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.