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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.