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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Magma,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.