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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.