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 Burkina 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.