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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Audionom,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.