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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 The Slackers 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.