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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Monolake to the grunge 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.