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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.