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 Belize and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unwound to the rap 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.