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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.