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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Blackbyrds to the rock 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.