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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Mars,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.