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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Yaz,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.