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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Japan,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.