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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.