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 Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.