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 Laos 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.