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 Madagascar 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.