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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Mad Mike to the grunge 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.