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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.