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 Guatemala 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.