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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.