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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.