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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 linndrum 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 Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Ossler,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.