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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 The J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Crime,
X-101,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.