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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.