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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
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.