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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.