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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marine Girls to the rap 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.