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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.