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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Move to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.