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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 EPMD to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.