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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.