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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Niagra,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.