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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Nico,
Gong,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.