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 Somalia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.