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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alton Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.