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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.