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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.