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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.