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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Franke,
John Cale,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.