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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Ludus,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.