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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.