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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 The Standells to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.