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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.