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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
CMW,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Index,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.