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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.