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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the funk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.