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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Henry Cow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.