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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Royal Trux to the disco 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s 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 This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.