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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.