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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barrington Levy to the dance 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
UT,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.