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 Colombia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.