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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Yellowson to the techno 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
UT,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.