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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.