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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
UT,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Can,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.