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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faust to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.