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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.