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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.