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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New York Dolls to the disco 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.