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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.