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 Bolivia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Oblivians to the jazz 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound 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?
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
Television,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.