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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.