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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
the Germs,
Monks,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.