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 Egypt and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Trojans to the grime 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.