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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.