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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.