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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.