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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 The Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Brick,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.