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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
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 oboe 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.