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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.