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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.