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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Smog,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.