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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.