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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Basic Channel to the grunge 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.