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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Moss Icon to the grunge 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
UT,
Monks,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
cv313,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.