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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Essential Logic to the grime 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Wings,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.