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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 The Stooges to the disco 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.