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 Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Crime,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.