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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 The Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.