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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.