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 Malta and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Urselle,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.