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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Japan,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.