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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Busters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.