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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
10cc,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.