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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.