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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.