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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Nas,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.