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 Morocco and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.