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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Excepter to the grime 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.