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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.