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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Alison Limerick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.