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 Mauritius and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.