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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scientists 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Shoche,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.