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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.