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 Lesotho 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.