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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
cv313,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.