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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
June Days,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Wings,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.