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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rosa Yemen 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.