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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.