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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.