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 Suriname 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
X-101,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.