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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the rap 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
UT,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.