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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.