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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Yazoo to the rap 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
New Order,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.