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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.