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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Infiniti to the electroclash 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.