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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.