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 East Timor 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Nico,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.