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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.