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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.