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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.