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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.