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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Malaria! to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.