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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.