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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.