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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Index,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.