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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.