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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.