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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 New Age Steppers to the rock 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Shoche,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.