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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
June Days,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Ronan,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.