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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 synthesizer 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
The Selecter,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.