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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.