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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Monks,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Gong,
DNA,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.