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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.