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 Oman and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.