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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator 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 Sam Rivers to the funk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.