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 Libya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
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.