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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
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.