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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.