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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.