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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.