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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.