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 Mauritius 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the grime 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.