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 Eritrea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.