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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.