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 Angola and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.