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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Massinfluence to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.