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 Romania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
PIL,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.