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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 snare 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
cv313,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.