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 Laos and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 clarinet 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 Dual Sessions to the dance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
a-ha,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.