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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 sitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.