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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.