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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Nirvana,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.