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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Franke,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.