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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Yazoo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.