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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.