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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Smoke to the dance 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.