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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.