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 Grenada and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Wings,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.