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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.