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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 CMW to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Gong,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.