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 Guyana and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.