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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 sitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Pole,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.