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 Spain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.