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 Colombia and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.