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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.