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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.