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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.