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 Montenegro 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the rock 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.