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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.