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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.