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 Ireland and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 The Martian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Nico,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.