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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Count Five to the techno 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.