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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Pole,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.