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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.