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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 oboe 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 Radiohead to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.