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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the grunge 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.