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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.