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 Hungary 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
John Holt,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.