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 Moldova and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the funk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.