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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.