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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Echospace 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.