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 South Sudan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.