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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.