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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.