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 Cambodia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.