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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Move to the grunge 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.