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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tomorrow 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.