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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.