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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.