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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.