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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stooges to the grunge 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.