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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 The Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.