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 Slovakia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.