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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.