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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Scan 7 to the techno 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Smog,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.