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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.