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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.