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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.