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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Faust,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.