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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.