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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
MC5,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.