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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.