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 Poland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Mars,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.