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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 guitar 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 The Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
MDC,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.