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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.