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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers 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?
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.