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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.