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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quadrant to the rock 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.