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 Tanzania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Doobie Brothers 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.