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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.