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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.