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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Shoche,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.