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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
UT,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.