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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Organ,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.