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 Botswana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
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.