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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Unwound,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
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.