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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Pantaleimon to the rap 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.