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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Babytalk to the jazz 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
AZ,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.