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 Djibouti 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the rock 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.