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 Palau 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Mo-Dettes 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.