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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.