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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.