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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.