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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Procol Harum 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.