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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.