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 Tanzania 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.