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 Montenegro and from Milan.
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 Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 808 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Visage,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Pole,
The Stooges,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.