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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Chrome,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.