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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.