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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rock 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.