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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Y Pants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.