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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.