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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.