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 Chile and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slits to the rap 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.