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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 oboe 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 Saints to the funk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.