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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 The Remains to the grime 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.