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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.