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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the dance 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
The Sound,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.