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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.