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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Model 500,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.