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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.