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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.