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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.