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 Costa Rica 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.