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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Nico,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.