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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 This Heat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.