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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.