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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Hood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
New Order,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.