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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Sällskapet to the rap 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.