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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.