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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Technova,
ABC,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.