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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.