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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.