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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.