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 Belize and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Television,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.