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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Smog,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.