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 Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Oneida to the rap 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.