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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.