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 Palau 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Fugazi,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.