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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.