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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Black Pus to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
The Move,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.