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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Josef K to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.