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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.