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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.