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 Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the rap 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.