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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.