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 Libya and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
The Fall,
Can,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.