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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 clarinet 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.