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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.