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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.