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 Sri Lanka 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 Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Eric Copeland to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Darondo,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.