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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Deadbeat to the crunk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
John Cale,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.