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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.