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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.