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 Morocco 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warren Ellis to the techno 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light 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.