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 Benin and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
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 linndrum 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
UT,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.