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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.