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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Skaos,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.