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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.