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 Albania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 The Barracudas to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
PIL,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Magma,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.