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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.