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 Chile 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 K-Klass to the techno 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.