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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.