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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.