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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.