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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.