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 Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.