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 Haiti and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren 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?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.