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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks 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?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.