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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.