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 Andorra and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.