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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.