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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.