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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.