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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.