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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.