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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.