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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.