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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.