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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 The Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Nico,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.