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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.