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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.