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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Deepchord to the rock 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
the Swans,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.