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 Monaco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.