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 Swaziland 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 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 Amon Düül II to the punk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Television,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.