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 Antigua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.