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 Sweden and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.