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 Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.