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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.