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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.