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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
cv313,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.