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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.