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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.