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 Indonesia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.