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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Prince Buster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.