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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro to the punk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
MDC,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.