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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Jandek,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.