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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kas Product to the grime 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.