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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.