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 India and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 New Order to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Gong,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.