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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.