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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 KRS-One 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
the Swans,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.