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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.