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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.