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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Swans,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
10cc,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.