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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
The Move,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.