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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
AZ,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.