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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Q65,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.