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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 The Sonics to the electroclash 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.