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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.