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 Panama and from Paris.
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 Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ken Boothe to the dance 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.