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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.