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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.