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 Panama and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.