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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 OOIOO to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.