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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.