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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 MC5 to the funk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.