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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cameo to the rap 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.