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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.