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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Sparks,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.