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 France and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.