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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Scion,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.