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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.