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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.