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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.