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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.