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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.