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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Hoover,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.