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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Qualms,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.