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 Dominica 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 New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.