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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.