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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
ABC,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.