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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.