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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cure to the rap 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.