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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 The Birthday Party to the rap 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.