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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the grunge 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.