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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alphaville to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Mars,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.