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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Black Moon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
AZ,
Jandek,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.