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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.