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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.