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 Mongolia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Evens 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.