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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Monks,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.