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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.