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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pretty Things 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.