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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.