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 Laos 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blackbyrds to the electroclash 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Index,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.