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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.