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 China and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
The Saints,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.