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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Q65,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.