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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.