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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Can,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.