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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 The Residents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
X-101,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.