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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 The J.B.'s to the grime 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.