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 Suriname and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
the Swans,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.