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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pagans 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.