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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.