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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.