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 Malawi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.