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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Index,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.