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 China and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.