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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Unwound,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
CMW,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.