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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.