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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Smog to the crunk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.