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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.