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 Oman and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magma to the rock 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.