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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Pere Ubu to the rock 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
The Saints,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.