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 Palau 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.