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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.