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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Television,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.