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 Morocco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Chrome to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.