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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.