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 Samoa and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Unwound,
Swans,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.