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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Ten City to the disco 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.