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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.