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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.