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 Libya and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.