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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.