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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
CMW,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.