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 Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.