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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 JFA to the jazz 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.