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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Television,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.