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 Eritrea 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.