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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Archie Shepp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.