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 Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.