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 France and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.