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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.