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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Deadbeat 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.