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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.