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 Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.