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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.