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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.