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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.