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 Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.