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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 T. Rex to the grunge 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.