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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.