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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.