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 Zambia and from Houston.
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 Halifax and Portland.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Christs 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Flipper,
The Move,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.