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 Zambia and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mighty Diamonds 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.