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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.