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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Mars,
The Victims,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.