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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the disco 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.