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 Tanzania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.