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 Haiti and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.