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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee 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?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.