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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.