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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.