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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.