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 Brazil and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Japan,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.