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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the funk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.