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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.