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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Roy Ayers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.