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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Nas,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.