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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the jazz 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.