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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.