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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.