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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.